I examine the scene as Sherlock Holmes would

I check all the facts of the story

I scrutinise every gesture

I look with a magnifier for potential manipulations

And compare the minute details to the bigger picture

I flip through psychology books

to find my own feelings detailing each with due care

I don’t fall for simple charms

I accept no word on its obvious meaning

Those who present fine words and sweet smiles

never find their way to my arms

This may seem cold and keep me apart

It may even seem a little obsessive

But I am only protecting my heart.